Made this dream pillow with lots of love for a friend going through a hard time.
I used some old fabric, and my roommates sewing kit to sew up the ends and add some lace. Inside I put a blend of mugwort, chamomile, rose petals, rosemary, hops, and lavender.
Sweet dreams.
Homemade deodorant: Reinforcing and defying hippy stereotypes one DIY project at a time!
Our skin is the largest organ in our body. It is liminality in action- not quiet here nor there, where we end and the world begins (sort of). It is beautiful and glowy, hot and sweaty, filled with pleasure, and sometimes with pain. Being the sacred thing that it is, I try to abstain from putting anything on it that I wouldn’t want to put in my mouth. Which is what lead me to make this:
Homemade deodorant.
3 tbsp shea butter
3 tbsp baking soda
2 tbsp corn starch
2 tbps cocoa butter
Essential oil of your choosing in whatever amount you desire (I used ylang ylang)!
optional- vitamin E oil.
Get a double boiler. Put all ingredients in it except for essential oil and vitamin e oil (if you’re using it). Melt and stir. Add oils and re-stir. Pour into whatever kind of container you want and let it sit until it hardens.
Once it has set, take a little bit and rub it up in yo armpit! It has the consistency of thick lotion, but goes on clear and won’t stain your clothes!
It kind of smells like chocolate because of the cocoa butter, but add as much essential oil as you want to balance this out. Or just smell like chocolate, because that’s cool too.
*please ignore the corn flour in the picture. I realized it was corn flour just in time and grabbed the corn starch instead!
what I wore last night for my B-day party
yup its my birthday so I can wear underwear if I wanna
This is my roommate, Mary. She inspires me.
Dream 5/26/2012
I had a dream I was swimming in the ocean in Hawaii. I could feel the sun slowly fading away and twilight settling in as I swam amongst one or two other people. I was pretty far out, just swimming, and they were up-shore from me surfing. The water sucked back farther each time it alchemized itself into the formation of a wave, then crashed heavily onto the shoreline. One of the people surfing kind of near me was a woman with a name that started with a C, like Coral or Catalina. She was a native Hawaiian and very comfortable being amongst the huge sets that kept rolling in. For some reason, I knew I needed to get out of the water and as far away from it as I could. I body-surfed to the shore and ran up the stairs of the building. I found a place I could both see the beach from and hold on to something. The people around me said a Coral or Catalina wave was coming. I realized the woman I met out there wasn’t really a person, but an ocean spirit who made the waves.
Olympia->Sea/Tac->Redmond->Seattle->Redmond->Olympia
Driving on the 520 between Redmond and Seattle, I watched the most beautiful sunset creep down over The Sound and light the tips of masts, sending shadows of sails across this now familiar body of water.
As I neared Olympia, I searched my mind and body for the multitude of slight feelings that accompanies ones return home. Instead of this familiar nostalgia usually inspired by my surroundings, I was able to feel myself and understand this sense of self as
h o m e
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The Sour Houses presents:
A very Mary birthday!
Last night we celebrated Mary’s 22nd birthday. Mary and Marissa made delicious curry over purple jasmine rice, Courtney brought apples, veggies, brie, and hummus, and I made spelt yogurt flat bread and sweet potato hummus. There was also plenty of wine, music, and dancing. Nights like these make life so rich.
<3 Sour House
Droppin mad beats while makin beet lipstick.
(You make my heart skippa beet.)
Mary, Sammy, and I made beet lipstick!
coconut oil + beeswax + beet juice




